In a grassy open field
I stand letting the wind have at me
it can't hurt what's healed
my eyes are open and i finally see
i'm barefoot and my shoes are made of mud
the earth is wet for its had its thirst met
i'm hydrated so says my blood
this may be as good as it can get
my hair hits my skin violently
otherwise my porcelain skin is tranquil
everything else is happening silently
does it matter if i'm in texas or brazil?
my shirt blows up to my face
it reveals my scars and my breasts
pain and beauty in the same place
have i passed all of life's tests?
what happened to all the trees?
and where are the singing birds?
there can't be honey without bees
everything feels as empty as my words
is all this real or is this is a dream?
the clouds are gone but there is no rainbow
life is so unfair and mean
or am i playing the wrong part in this freakshow?
i fall to the ground
i make a mud angel with my legs and arms
with living there is one thing i've found
this life does have its charms.